i think jack would keep his room really tidy. he organizes his clothes and sneakers by color, he keeps all of his art supplies in storage under his bed, his comics are all on a shelf, and- despite his creative streak- he’s not really a maximalist so there’s not much in the room to even work with. he’s just never had stuff. maybe a few pictures on the walls, maybe he’ll hang up the paintings he’s most proud of, but home has never been stationary for him and moving a lot of stuff is a bitch and a half, so he keeps his decor minimal. sure, he would love to have his room decked out— but he has what he needs, and if he doesn’t, he’ll figure it out. he always had. he’ll borrow things from charlie and racer, or scour thrift shops and buy-sell-trade facebook groups until something works. he’s never had the luxury of storing and collecting and keeping things, and now, he stresses about it— what if he has to leave? what if he can’t take everything he has? what if he has too much, how can he delegate, how can he choose?
davey, however, is a maximalist. and davey’s room reflects that. it’s not dirty, but it’s cluttered, and there’s really no rhyme or reason. he has books all over the place and trinkets and collections he’s been gathering since elementary. his clothing is all stuffed in his closet, and he has a hard time getting rid of things, so he still has flannels from middle school and old graphic tees that don’t reflect his style anymore. he says he’s saving them for les. that’s the thing about growing up lower middle class- you save and save because sometimes you might need that old extension cord or that bag of loose screws or those old clothes from childhood. davey’s room is a shrine to everyone he’s ever been, everything he’s ever liked, and getting rid of things means the possibility of needing something, and davey never wants to need anything. needing is a burden, and he’s independent to a fault.
jack can’t be tied down to anything. davey has ties to everything. eventually they’ll find the balance.
Race the typa guy to say "Spot Conlon? That guy over in brooklyn? Yeah I've heard of him" while fiddling with the promise ring Spot stole for him from when he swore that if there ever came a day or a way where they could get married, they would
The newsies fandom (on tumblr idk bout other sites) is so chill 95% of the time and then every so often someone will say/do something a bit off and we all have a stupid bitch slap fight for 48 hours and then go back to being normal.
(aaron burr voice) LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR
in all seriousness though here's all the canon information the uksies cast shared, hope you all enjoy etc etc, a lot of people were stressed af trying to find all of this out (special mention to alex christian, what a king) so i'm very happy you all get to see it!!!!
if i can ask one thing though, if anyone uses a chunk of this in character info posts or anything, please link this post!! like i said a lot of this we had to squeeze out of cast members, some of it was made up on the spot specifically because we asked, and for henry mush he specifically trusted ellie (creator + overlord of the trading cards) to create a canon name + backstory + personal item for him so, we would really appreciate it if you just linked the post in small text somewhere if you're using a substantial amount of it :)
check rbs for a condensed list of real names + personal items!!
In uksies, Spot Conlon is referred to exclusively with they/them pronouns ie:
“When I get there, there was Spot and all their cronies…”
“You seen Spot Conlon right, what did they say?”
“Sure we seen ‘em.” “Yeah them and about 20 of their gang.”
Now one might believe this is a choice on the directors part to keep the surprise of the Brooklyn newsies being girls, but in actuality this is showcasing a non-binary Spot Conlon, ruler of Brooklyn. In this essay, I will—
jack kelly wouldn’t mind being in love with davey jacobs if it didn’t mean being in love with a boy. davey jacobs wouldn’t mind being in love with a boy if it didn’t mean being in love with jack kelly. that’s the difference. do u understand.
Race: dads.. I have something to tell you
Davey: not your dads
Jack: we know you're gay
Race: okay- well did you know it's for Spot Conlon
Jack: ...
Davey: Race- walk away very very slowly, he's about to explode
this might just be a me thing, but I’m such a fan of characters not referring to themselves with their nickname. like. they’re doing a whole inner monologue, and it’s sad, and depressing, and generally pathetic, but then their best friend calls them their nickname and it’s like. oh. yeah :)
because they may suck in their own heads. they could very well be the worst person alive in their own little brains. but when someone they care about calls them that one thing with that one tone of voice, suddenly they suck a little less. suddenly they’re less of a screw up. suddenly the serotonin hits their system and it’s like watching a light come on.
they might not be good enough, but the person everyone thinks they are is, and secretly, that makes them feel just a little bit better.